Some have expected, from our Bills to-day, To find a @3Satyre@1 in our @3Poet's Play@1. The @3Zealous Rout@1 from @3Coleman-street@1 did run, To see the Story of the @3Fryer@1 and @3Nun@1, Or Tales, yet more Ridiculous to hear, Vouch'd by their Vicar of Ten pounds a year; Of Nuns who did against Temptation Pray, And Discipline laid on the pleasant Way: Or that, to please the Malice of the Town, Our @3Poet@1 should in some close Cell have shown Some Sister, Playing at Content alone. This they did hope; the other Side did fear; And both, you see, alike are Couzen'd here. Some thought the Title of our Play to blame; They liked the thing, but yet abhorr'd the Name: Like modest @3Puncks@1, who all you ask afford, But, for the @3World@1, they would not name that word. Yet, if you'll credit what I heard him say, Our @3Poet@1 meant no Scandal in his @3Play@1; His Nuns are good which on the Stage are shown, And, sure, behind our @3Scenes@1 you'll look for none. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONDON CHURCHES by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES FELISE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE BOUTS RIMES IN PRAISE OF OLD MAIDS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE WINTER-SPRING by JOSEPH BEAUMONT SHEET LIGHTNING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE DISAPPOINTED TENDERFOOT by EARL ALONZO BRININSTOOL |